Each thing organizes the space around it, rebuffing or sidling up against other things; each thing calls, gestures, beckons to other beings or battles them for our attention; things expose themselves to the sun or retreat among the shadows, shouting with their loud colors or whispering with their seeds; rocks snag lichen spores from the air and shelter spiders under their flanks; clouds converse with the fathomless blue and metamorphose into one another; they spill rain upon the land, which gathers in rivulets and carves out canyons… .David Abram
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The space around us is composed of other things, all of which act upon our space, calling our attention towards them. Even the most insignificant thing in our world has something to say to us. Rocks, lichen spores, clouds, and even lichen spores that ride on clouds whisper to us. We are constantly exposed to the world through our senses; we are connected to it through myriad ways. Ponder your own life; how does it make you feel? Does it seem like everything is connected to everything else?
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